Hey everyone! I'm going to try to touch onto a plot that I hope hasn't been done before. This is only the beginning of Jim's mishaps, muahaha. Rate and review! It feeds me motivation :)
Jim Kirk sat absent-mindedly in his quarters, staring down at his feet. He was sitting on the edge of his bed, taking shelter in a strange cabin, recovering from a landing party teleport gone wrong with the rest of his crew. Well, the rest of his crew, being Spock and McCoy.
There was a knock at the door. Jim's head shot up and he quickly reacted.
"Come in."
In walked a rather young red lady. Literally. Her clothes were red, her eyes were red, her hair, her skin, the only thing that wasn't red were her make up. Which was green.
"I've got your meds sir!" she chortled, happily walking in and dumping them on a table.
It was difficult for Jim to tell if she was being intimidatingly happy on purpose. If so, she could teach Spock a thing or two.
"Thanks, uh.." he paused and realised he didn't know her name.
"Lilocyde" she answered for him. The Captain squinted. Sounded like the name of the medicine.
"Alright" he said instead, rubbing his arms. She turned to walk out, and as he did, he flipped open his communicator.
"Kirk to Enterprise, come in" he said hastily.
"Enterprise here, Scotty speaking" came the voice of the Scottish engineer.
"Scotty? What are you doing on the bridge?"
"Mr Sulu here wanted to take a wee nap, poor laddie is exhausted, Captain!"
Jim blinked. How long has it been?
"Uh, Scotty, how long have we been down here for?"
"3 days Captain, and nobody on this ship got a wink of sleep since you beamed down!"
Jim shook his head and sighed, resting the communicator against his forehead.
"Alright, how's the repairs going Scotty?"
"It's all done Captain, been waiting for your command but got nothing when I comm'd you this morning" "Well, stand by at the transporter, I'll get McCoy and Spock, beam us up on my command" he ordered, standing up from his bed. "Kirk out" he flipped the communicator shut and made his way to the door.
As he yanked the door open, he jumped when Spock and McCoy appeared in front of him.
"Well hey Jim, thought you'd be asleep right now?" the doctor stated almost questionability. The Captain rolled his shoulders back and spun back around.
"Nah, was just gonna go looking for you, Bones" he said, then paused. "Oh yeah, you too Spock"
The Vulcan's eyebrow twitched.
"What for Jim, are you hurt?" McCoy began analysing him with beady eyes looking for missed injuries.
"I'm not hurt Bones, just getting ready to beam back aboard the Enterprise" Jim plonked down onto his bed.
"Well? Are we just gonna stand around here and talk about life on the Enterprise or are we actually going to make an effort to get back?" McCoy grumbled, snatching Jim's communicator, leaving the Captain wide mouthed.
"Doctor McCoy here, we're ready to be beamed up. 3 of us"
"Aye aye, stand by."
Jim snatched the communicator back and scowled at his friend. Spock was watching from a distance with his hands intertwined behind his back.
"Interesting" he proclaimed, craning his neck to the left slightly. "Doctor, where is your communicator? Is there a reason to be taking the communications device which was that of the Captain's?"
Jim bowed somewhat at the source of his defending. "Thank you Spock" he glared at McCoy.
"What do you think happened to it Spock? It broke, like yours" McCoy scowled at the highly amused Vulcan. Just then, the yellow tinted beams of light surrounded them, and everyone stiffened to prepare themselves for having their atoms scattered across space.
Jim abruptly stumbled back, his vision flashing white, blue splotches spreading out to colourise the whiteness, which all but disappeared when everything swiftly went black as quickly as the vision had started. He felt himself collide with a wall.
"Jeez Jim, you okay?" McCoy's face was the first thing he saw, concerned expressions etched across his face.
"Yeah—like you said earlier, I should have been asleep, must be tired" he waved it off and brushed past his two friends, nodding towards Scotty by the transporter and leaving the room.
"Jim!" a voice called, footsteps following it and growing louder, the figure of McCoy catching up to him. "That didn't look good, let me check you over" he whispered sincerely, gripping a hand on Jim's rapidly moving left arm as he walked. Jim closed his eyes in exasperation and shook his head.
"M' fine Bones, I'm going to my quarters" Jim pulled his arm away from McCoy, who's facial features were going getting more pronounced in determination.
"Jim, you're coming with me" the CMO announced more sternly, grabbing him by the shoulder and pulling him backwards, towards the destination they just passed.
"Bones!" the Captain hissed, halting his stride and backing away slowly. "I'm going to my quarters to sleep, I'm not coming with you, so leave me alone, that's an order!" he continued walking to his quarters, desperate for the sweet release of sleep. McCoy huffed and turned the opposite direction, marching back towards his sickbay.
Jim was storming down the rest of the hallway like a child having a tantrum. He entered his quarters, and ordered the door to stay locked the second it hissed shut. Jim didn't need McCoy bursting into his quarters and disturbing his well needed blissful sleep for his own self-righteous needs!
Satisfied, he made his way to his bed, only to have another vision suddenly take over his mind. He gasped and collapsed onto the floor, just missing the bed frame. This time the image came with noises, very loud noises, Jim was sprawled on the floor covering his ears with his hands forcefully, not caring that the noise was coming from within his own head, the visions started flashing white and blue, blue to black, black to white and started over again. He couldn't seem to get out of it, Jim felt like it was pulling him deeper and deeper every time it restarted. Trying to distinguish the difference between reality and the seeming-to-be nightmare, he threw a fist on the floor and began screaming, screaming as loud as he could manage, screaming so that his voice was louder than the noises parading through his head, but it never seemed to end, never seemed to work. His attempts were futile as the noise just grew louder the more he screamed.
He only hoped that Bones would hear him.
